Being sick sucks

I woke up this morning and tried to talk, which was my first mistake. It came out sounding like I was an 8 year old girl who doing her best Batman impression. It was awful, and being sick is awful. I hope I'm better by monday.

When it feels right

There's a song called "good day" by a band called Nappy Roots. In the chorus of the song, the line goes something like "it's gonna be a good day, and ain't nobody gotta cry today, 'cause ain't nobody gonna die today." it's something vaguely like that.

That's what today felt like. I got all of my work turned in, I was on top of things, and we won a big game against our rival school. I spend my entire life stressed out dealing with a million different commitments, and it's awesome right now, just sitting here, knowing I have nothing to do.

Why Yom Kippur is REALLY the day of atonement

Yesterday was Yom Kippur, the day of atonement, where you supposedly apologize for all the bad things you did in the past year and get a clean slate for the new year. You fast, as a way of making up for your mistakes. Turns out that god wanted to punish me a bit more. I woke up not only hungry, but sick. I spent my Yom Kippur "atoning" for my mistakes by throwing up all day.

Why I Love Sports

I absolutely love sports. I wake up in the morning and watch sportscenter, spend my lunchtime arguing about the Redskins secondary, and spend my time afterschool playing sports. Sports have always been a huge part of my life, since I was 6 years old and decided that soccer practice was more important than Hebrew School. In that way, I think sports have had a bigger influence on my life than my religion. It means that when everyone at school is talking about the latest episode of "Honey-boo-boo" or whatever, I can't join in because I was busy watching reruns of soccer games from 2007.

I don't like people who hate sports. I get disliking football, or basketball, or soccer, or some individual sport, but i refuse to believe that in the wide world of sports, you can't find just one sport you enjoy. I believe in a sound mind in a sound body, and I hold just as much animosity towards "dumb jocks." Sports are great, and if you disagree, you're wrong.

My dad's been bugging me to write my college essays, which I haven't started yet. So i figured the first step would be to figure out exactly how many I had to write. 16 essays. Why? what insight does a college glean from an essay about my favorite food? I just don't get it.

Petty Problems

I lost my soccer game today. We were tied 1-1 at halftime, and we ended up losing 5-1. I was upset, I had worked hard, but I got over it quickly, and was confused by my team mates. People sulked all the way home, totally upset. people even got mad at me for not being upset enough. I tried to explain my viewpoint.

IT'S JUST A SOCCER GAME

Seriously, it isn't the end of the world. there are so many more important things to worry about.

How I get to school, or why everyone should be afraid of me driving in the mornings

I'm not sure what to write about here, but I guess I'll just start with my drive to school. Actually, let's go with my morning routine.

6:15- My alarm goes off

6:15- I go back to sleep

6:30- My mom comes in and tells me to wake up.

6:32- My mom tells me to wake up again

6:35- "DANIEL, THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M TELLING YOU TO WAKE UP!"

6:36- Scramble out of bed in fear

6:37- Hop in the shower

6:47- Get out of the shower, still half asleep

6:50- Start getting dressed

6:52- Get distracted by something

7:10 Realize that i have to go, finish getting dressed

7:15- Make it downstairs, grab a powerbar to eat.

7:20- Make it to the car, grab an Arnold Palmer from the stash I keep hidden in my trunk

7:22- Get to the Mullin house, pick up Jack.

7:32- Hit every red light down 450 in front of the Bowie Library

7:45- finally hit old 450, get stuck behind an 18-wheeler

7:55- get to Sunny's house, pick him up

8:02- Finally get to school

8:05- Stuff my soccer gear in the locker room

8:06- Head to the music room to practice unnecessary solo number 80432.

8:08- Start Practicing

8:12- Take quick break

8:20- Practice some more

8:31- Cry deeply

8:35-Put away sax, head to class

8:40- Get to class

Boom, now you know about my morning routine. I'm sure that was absolutely thrilling.

What up, blog? Welcome to..... The Yarmulke Chronicles! I'm new to this whole blogging thing, so hopefully you're new tot this whole reading thing, because if you have any real frame of reference for what a blog should be, you will most likely be disappointed. So now that I've set the expectations so low, hopefully I can exceed them!

I originally came up with the name for this blog while discussing possible mixtape names with a friend, back when I was convinced I was going to become a rapper. It was pretty hard for be to write raps though, because I was lacking something important. If you made a venn diagram, with one circle labeled "THINGS THAT SUCCESSFUL RAPPERS WRITE ABOUT" and the other labeled "THINGS I HAVE EXPERIENCED IN MY LIFE" there would be almost no overlap. I don't think there's much of a market for a hardcore rap about waking up, driving 5 mph over the speed limit to school, doing all of my homework, and not shooting anyone or doing any sort of hard drugs.

So basically, I'm your average high schooler trying to figure out how I'm going to make it through my senior year without having some sort of psychotic meltdown that everyone whispers about at lunch, even though the teachers tell them not too. When I die from a brain aneurysm caused by trying to understand college application #9048, I hope that my friends actually listen to me, and put "America is all about speed. Hot, nasty, bad ass speed."- Eleanor Roosevelt on my tombstone.

Peace y'all